Phoebe was rather intrigued but mostly, she found it to be a little odd. Mr. Alton had said that he did not want any woman to feel like they were living in the shadow of his dead wife, why talk about her continually on the date?
"What was weird about it?" she asked and yawned.
"There is sothing about her death that clouds his eyes with a darkness only a person that has experienced pure evil would have. I need to know what really happened to his wife before I make a decision." Maureen narrowed her eyes and stared into space.
Phoebe frowned, her eyes were coated in disbelief, she had never seen any darkness in Mr. Alton's eyes if anything he was always smiling, and his eyes brightened each ti he spoke about his dead wife. "Aunt I think that this is a fignt of your imagination, what happened to his wife is not a secret I told you the story before." She reminded Maureen, tilting her head slightly.
"You are a baby at this my dear niece, I am a guardian with more than two decades worth of experience in dealing with darkness, death and the effects after. I once saw a man leap from a building with the corpse of his dead wife that had been possessed by a demon which made her take her own life when it was cornered.
He kept screaming about how he could not live without her and blad us for trying to save her. All he wanted was his wife alive, he did not care if it was a demon in her body, he would love it as long as it looked like her.
When a person ets darkness, so switch off and beco crazy, others beco paranoid, afraid of their own shadows and then you have those like Alton who pretend to forget and bury things away. They would rather be anywhere in their minds as long as it is not reality.
So do it with work just like he has done, and they live their lives in denial. But it does not always work and what they want to forget becos an obsession and at every given opportunity, they think and talk about the victim without realizing.
So are racked with guilt, so they go as far as to idolize the dead and make them out to be like saints. They devote their whole lives to them living in a two-person world; human and ghost." She offered Phoebe an uneasy smile. "Does that sound familiar?"
Maureen asked, she had described Mr. Alton's behaviors perfectly, she patted Phoebe's shoulders and gestured that they walk towards the elevator rather than use the stairs.
"In my opinion, Alton's obsession with his dead wife is not normal, and neither is his mory of her death." Maureen tapped Phoebe's shoulder and sighed. "Or maybe he is a sad man who desperately misses his dead wife, who knows? Goodnight Pheebs, see you tomorrow."
As she walked through the corridor that led to her bedroom, Phoebe thought about her aunt's words. What could have happened to Mr. Alton's wife? What darkness had he encountered that had left him traumatized? Was there sothing abnormal about his wife's death? She added that to her to find out list.
It had been a long day, and an even longer night, with only a few hours left to sunrise, she closed her eyes as soon as her head touched the pillow and went into a dreamless sleep.
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While she slept, the Rowland's were busy handling their own problem. First, an ergency eting of the Liberty was called, Theodore was invited to explain himself. The most he could do was claim that it was all slander and soone from an opposition party was out to ruin his na.
The claims were swept away when his father-in-law presented a DNA test secretly done between Theodore and his son was presented.
He also presented text ssages between Theodore and his mistress and pictures of his before and after surgery. Even a confession from the doctor that illegally gave his wife a hysterectomy was brought.
The Rowland's had moved so fast, and the party saw Theodore as a liability, which woman or man would vote him now? Not even animals would accept him as president. Everyone in that eting knew that co morning, Theodore would be arrested and taken in for questioning on a number of charges including embezzlent of campaign donations.
It was over for him, his wife had stretched her hand and got her revenge, her husband would not even be at her funeral, and neither would the ungrateful child that she had raised.
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Phoebe woke up later in the morning just a few minutes to breakfast, after taking her bath, she walked down the stairs and scrolled through her phone. It was no surprise to see the news of Theodore Rowland having lost his seat as the presidential candidate of the Liberty party.
Many organizations for won, animals and the environnt were already rushing to cut ties with him. His condemnation online was brutal and the picture of him saving a puppy had been doctored to look like he was strangling the puppy.
Pictures of him and his mistress together over the years with their son were rampant, all along nobody thought twice of it when they were seen together but now, it was all they could talk about, wondering how they had missed the signs.
"Wow the Rowland's sure work fast." Phoebe spoke up as she entered the dining room and joined the other Mayfair's.
Every one present seed to be in a good mood apart from her father who was a dedicated mber of the Liberty party. He knew that this scandal would deal a blow to the party in the coming elections.
"I cannot believe that the rumors were actually true. Initially I thought that the Republicans were slandering him but no, that idiot Theodore was a fraud." Edward smacked the table lightly. "Elias Rowland told himself right before he called for the ergency party eting late last night.
Now we are scrambling to find sobody to replace him, soone that is expected to perform a miracle, that bloody fake idiot has ruined a lot of things." He continued to levy curses on Theodore.
Phoebe decided to skip on the greetings and signaled at Maria to get her sothing to eat.
"Thank you, Maria." She smiled when a plate was put in front of her.
Phoebe began to dig into her food imdiately, she was very hungry. "So, what is going to happen to him? Will he be spending so ti in prison?" She covered her mouthful with the back of her hand.
"Of course, the Rowland's are determined to see him burn. Genevieve Rowland is up in arms claiming that her daughter died because she found out about the fraud and affair. They are going to cripple him financially and socially that even if he survives prison, he will never show his plastic face in Fog country, if I was him, I would just flee the country.
I don't think they plan to let him live, what if he writes one of those tell all books and exposes their secrets? Lord knows there is so much scheming in the Rowland family, it is the way of politics. I will say this for sure, if they off him, he deserves it." Grandma Mayfair had no kind words for the swindler.
Jennie placed her phone down with a light thud. "It is because of incidences like these that the council had created a law enforcing that founding families had to intermarry, I propose that we Mayfair's maintain that tradition in this family just to avoid such ridiculous scenarios." She rubbed her temples; she had a budding headache from lack of sleep having spent a big part of the night gossiping in the fabulous ladies' chat group.
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